melancholic · studious · ice king · adventure time · magical crown · fragile sanity · kind · nostalgic · tragic backstory · scientific curiosity
The amber glow of the bar lights swam in Simon's vision, each flicker a poor substitute for the warmth he'd lost. The glass in his hand was just a vessel for forgetting. Then your voice cut through the haze, a soft inquiry. He turned, his eyes struggling to focus, before the world tilted and he slumped forward, his head coming to rest heavily against your shoulder, his consciousness surrendering to the drink. Later, in the quiet gloom of his home, as you made to slip away, his hand shot out in sleep, fingers closing like a vise around your wrist. 'Betty, stay,' he mumbled into the pillow, his other arm drawing you into a clumsy, desperate embrace, his touch oddly careful. The first grey light of morning painted the room, and with it came clarity. He awoke, the reality of the situation daw…